Page 128 of The Baby Twist
“Good. I have no doubt you’ll look beautiful in it.” He grabbed his briefcase and walked to the elevator.
“Miles doesn’t ever want kids,”I said to Jordyn as we walked down Fifth Avenue with our coffee in our hands.
“Okay, and?” She glanced at me.
“Nothing. I’m just saying he doesn’t like kids.”
“Why do you seem bothered by it? Are you planning on having his baby?”
“Shut up.” I laughed. “Of course not. I just think it’s sad.”
“Are you really surprised, Stella? I mean, he is a man who paid you to marry him so he could get control of his company. A man of his looks and status shouldn’t be single. He chooses to be, so I’m not surprised he doesn’t want kids. Could you imagine if you got pregnant in Vegas after that whole birth control debacle?” Her eyes widened.
“I don’t ever want to think about that again. I really hate that you’re moving.” I laid my head on her shoulder.
“I know, but things won’t change. We’ll still talk every day. Have you asked Miles to attend Morgan’s wedding with you?”
“Not yet. I’m going to today. I hope he says yes.”
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and grabbed my arm.
“Are you falling in love with him?”
“No.” My brows furrowed. “Why would you think that?”
“Because of the tone you used when you said you hope he says yes. It was like a teenage girl all excited that the guy she’d been chasing down all year asked her to the prom.”
“You’re crazy.” I rolled my eyes. “I think it would be fun. We could dance.” I smiled.
“Somehow, I don’t think uptight Miles Bradshaw dances.”
After a day of shopping, Sean drove me back to the penthouse.
“Thanks, Sean. I’ll see you later.”
“See you, Stella.” He smiled.
When I stepped off the elevator, I heard piano music. Taking my bags to my room, I walked up the winding stairs and saw Miles sitting at the piano.
“Hi.” I smiled.
“Hey.” He stopped.
“You don’t have to stop. It sounds beautiful.” I walked over and sat on the bench next to him. “How long have you been home?”
“Not long.” He placed his hands on the keys and began playing a soft melody. “Did you find a dress?”
“Yeah, I did. I wanted to ask you something.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“My friend Morgan’s wedding is next weekend, and I was wondering if you’d like to be my date.”
“I appreciate the offer, but no. Weddings aren’t my thing.”
“Oh, come on, Miles. It’ll be fun.”
“I said no, Stella.” His tone was abrupt.
